It's 3 PM on a Tuesday, and we're gathered here for a BBQ. The sun beats down on our collective brow, casting a golden glow over the proceedings. It's like the universe is trying to tell us something.
We're here, we're together, we're eating burgers. The perfect recipe for existential fulfillment.
As we pass the coleslaw, we ponder the mysteries of the cosmos. The answer, it turns out, is not 42, but 50/50, because, let's be real, who doesn't love a good coleslaw?